Translator: Xena
Editor: tart
A few minutes later, Jiang Yao reluctantly got into Duan Zhuxian’s car.
Although the marriage between the two families was for mutual benefit and no one owed anyone anything, his family had not yet completely overcome their difficulties and was still in the stage of unilateral demands.
Their whole family would be in trouble if they made the old man unhappy.
Not worth it.
He had never met Duan Zhuxian’s grandfather, but a boss who could defeat a capital giant like Huayan with his bare hands must be very skilled.
Jiang Yao was still carefully analyzing the pros and cons of living together when he suddenly heard Duan Zhuxian ask him, “Have you had dinner yet?”
He turned his head towards the car window and said stiffly, “I have.”
Duan Zhuxian said to Lin Zhu, who was driving, “Go straight to the next destination.”
The car followed the gradually darkening horizon, left the science and technology park, and drove onto a familiar blue-gray road.
“Wait a second,” Jiang Yao looked outside for a while, then turned his head to look at the man browsing the laptop next to him, “this direction doesn’t seem right, does it?”
Duan Zhuxian hummed, his focused eyes still on the screen. “Let’s go to your house first and get your luggage.”
“?”Jiang Yao was stunned. “So, President Duan has made all the arrangements for me?”
“It’s nothing.”
Duan Zhuxian threw out these words indifferently.
“Alright, how kind of you.”
Jiang Yao gritted his teeth and finished speaking. He couldn’t help but glare at Duan Zhuxian. The curve of the other’s lips seemed to be an illusion caused by the overlapping of light and shadow.
To get from the company to his neighborhood, one has to pass through a busy street. The shopping mall ahead seemed to be holding a celebrity event, so it was particularly crowded. Cars stopped and went, and the traffic jam made Jiang Yao a little annoyed.
Duan Zhuxian on the side still maintained his sitting posture, as if nothing in this world could disturb him.
Jiang Yao curled his lips, not surprised.
When they were in high school, there was one time when everyone was happily holding a sports event, but Duan Zhuxian was the only one who was passive and withdrawn. He sat in a secluded corner with a foreign book in his hand.
Later on, someone secretly took a photo of him and passed it around like a treasure. It was passed around so much that the quality has been affected.
The photo was also on Jiang Yao’s hard drive. He didn’t know how many hands it had passed through but it was so blurry that it looked like a layer of mist had covered the person’s facial features.
All you could see was a young boy with broad shoulders and long legs holding a book in his right hand with his left wrist casually resting on one bent knee. He was wearing a crisp white school uniform akin to a narrow blade wrapped in a scabbard. He exuded indifference to the world, a complete example of “frigidity”.
The journey was gradually extended by the evening rush hour.
Jiang Yao was bored, so he chatted with someone on WeChat for a while. He then took out a tablet from his bag, crossed his legs, and read the reports handed in by his secretary.
Who doesn’t know how to show off?
Jiang Yao snorted disdainfully.
Although Duan Zhuxian was the standard elite, he’d returned from studying abroad at a prestigious university and became the vice president of Huayan at a young age.
However, Jiang Yao was by no means a playboy who lived a life of idleness and waiting for death. He just didn’t have much interest in the business field, so after graduating from University B, he took a relatively routine route.
Besides, he had an elder brother before him, so it was not his turn to inherit the family business. He was just a supporting role at most.
No conversation happened along the way.
The black Bentley passed silently through the congested road until its speed finally returned to normal, stopping in front of a hotel somewhere.
Assistant Lin, their driver, got out of the car to get the client’s documents for Duan Zhuxian.
The lights were on in the car. It was bright and cramped with a gentle halo filling the clean space, silently blocking the ever-gathering night scene outside the window and shrinking the world to a size that could just accommodate two people.
Jiang Yao looked ahead and suddenly coughed lightly, breaking the delicate silence.
“How much do you remember about that night?”
If they wanted to cooperate smoothly in the future, they must overcome this hurdle.
Jiang Yao asked casually, but from peripheral vision, he seemed neither close nor distant. His pair of pale lips held back until they slowly uttered, “Everything.”
The air froze for a moment.
“From now on, forget everything!”
Jiang Yao slanted his head to look at Duan Zhuxian and gave an order in a rough voice.
“I’m afraid that’ll be a bit difficult.”
Duan Zhuxian also looked at him, his voice neither salty nor bland, as if he was merely stating an obvious fact.
Jiang Yao knew that Duan Zhuxian would not cooperate, so he narrowed his eyes and asked, “What do you mean?”
“I mean it’s unforgettable.” Duan Zhuxian looked slightly downwards and was lightly hooked back and forth between Jiang Yao’s legs.
“I don’t understand what you’re saying.” Jiang Yao’s momentum obviously weakened a bit, and then he raised his fist to threaten, “Anyway, I‘ve forgotten everything, and you’re not allowed to remember it, otherwise you’ll be in trouble!”
Duan Zhuxian said nothing, but he faintly raised his brows as he looked at the young man in front of him.
Until the arrogance in those peach blossom eyes gradually turned into evasion, and his overly white cheeks gradually took on a strange crimson color.
After a while, Duan Zhuxian said calmly, “Your reactions then were much more honest than they are now.”
Jiang Yao: “?”
Duan Zhuxian continued, “Your emotions were written all over your face, it’s never enough…”
“Shut up!”
Jiang Yao couldn’t hold it in any longer and let out a low, almost panicked, voice.
Could this guy be any more vulgar?
Besides, how could he possibly think it wasn’t enough…
The memories seemed to have a sense of reality. Jiang Yao’s scalp began to numb when he thought of the details. His heart rose high, then fell back as if weightless, and finally fell into some kind of shameful aftertaste.
He pursed his lips, trying to fight the memories and forcing himself to have some awareness of being a victim. When his gaze passed by the corner of his eye, he unexpectedly caught a glimpse of Duan Zhuxian’s half-smile.
Jiang Yao felt a little guilty and said unhappily, “President Duan was amused by the story he made up?”
“See.” Duan Zhuxian’s eyes swept across the red tint on Jiang Yao’s earlobe. “You’re also beginning to reminisce.”
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